Everywhere I go

So.

I think I might fail one of my classes this term.

That's exciting.

I haven't played the exciting game of begging the prof not to fail me.  But I really don't have a good reason why he shouldn't.  I've just been so exhausted and sad.  On top of that I am ashamed, embarrassed, nervous, shy, and anxious.

What a debilitating combination.

Yeah.  I would much rather get an F than email him.

How fucked is that?

Help.

(I always forget that the word 'embarrassed' has two 'r's.)